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|This is for Dan Shevock for his comments, sorry your poem is so long in coming. I noticed your dog in your bio photo is named Zorya, so this is a poem about that Slavic myth. I picked the Morning Star to write about. Its a little Valkyrie in tone, with a bit of rhyme to echo your nice musical style. The line in the middle is according to Wikipedia how a prayer to a goddess of horses and battle started.||
The heavenly gates open upon the field
And in their light the battle is revealed
The cracking of steel on steel echoes
Of men screaming, wild and reckless
She rides silently upon
A pale horse the light of first dawn
Her eyes upon the men and hand fast on the spear
Listening beyond the cries of pain to hear
“Defend me, oh maiden, …”
She is quick to his side and though he fails to see
Through out the battle the maiden there to be
When from behind an assault like to death
She removes the ambushers each and last breath
The afternoon passes in colliding toil
Feint and blow beneath its heated coil
Then victory from one bold charge, and he who led
In front has survived by a starry steel thread
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